Bathroom Floor

I watch you staring daggers at me. And by daggers I mean, like literally
You ask me a question too seriously. You ask if I've been drinking for therapy
I say you're right. Yea you're right. Yea you're right
Yea you're right. Yea you're right. You might be right
You ask me if I've been on pain meds. Cuz lately I've been acting out of my head
It probably none of her business she said
I should have said nothing but here's what i said intead;
I said you're right. Yea you're right. Cuz it's not
Yea You're right. Yea You're right. But I always get caught

Well cheap motels and alleyways and riverbanks are where I spend my days
I'm trying hard to stand tall
I'm not sure if I'm trying at all
You're right, you're right, you're all right
And I'm right. I'm right, I'm feeling fine

And so I'll dump whiskey on that bluebird inmy heart
I'll rip lines out of Bukowski and I'll package it as art
Because I'm stuck in this lifestyle of always being sick
And I'm addicted to the feeling of getting my ass kicked

Well kids now-a-days. We got no class. We're carving words into our palms with glass
Al-anon. Catholic mass. Everybody is a pain in my ass
I can't keep track of my dog or my house. Stability was something that I was never allowed
I've never felt comfortable in a crowd
I'm pretty sure I don't feel comfortable right now
You're right. You're right. It's good to be alive
And I'm right. I'm right. I wish you could die
So watch me dump whiskey on that bluebird in your heart
And I'll rip lines out of Citycop and I'll package it as art
Because I'm stuck in this lifestyle of speaking monotone
I'm addicted to the feeling of being alone

I'm passing out on the bathroom tile, butI know that you like my smile
And I know I have an attitute, but I just wanna be with you
I'm passing out on the bathroom tile. I know that you want my smile
I'm six beers deep with an attitude. I just wanna be misused